Friday, May 23, 2008

Poor Girl's Gatsby

Fresh Azaleas and Vintage Glass at The Bunny Bungalow

Last month my highschool graduating class had it's umpteenth reunion. Though I didn't muster the courage to go to this one, I couldn't help reminiscing about the tenth-year reunion. Though I had not kept up with any classmates, I drove from Nebraska to Texas with two small children to attend. Who knows why?

Early in the evening a man with a pretty young woman in tow, made a dramatic entrance and headed straight for me. The eyes of everyone in the room were on us. "You don't know who I am do you?" he demanded loudly. He was right. I had no idea who he was or why he was so angry. He blurted out his name and began to inform the entire gathering of my transgression. "I invited you to the prom our senior year. Can you even imagine the courage that took for a shy, fat boy? I had talked it over with my dad and he said that if you were as sweet and kind as I said you were, you would see past my weight and see the inner me. But no, you were rude. You just looked insulted and blurted out no. I was so crushed but I decided right then that I would show you. I lost weight and went to school to be a hairdresser. I own a string of salons across the country now. I'm filthy rich!"

"Billie," I said, "I didn't turn you down because of your weight. I couldn't go to the prom with you because I couldn't dance and I was ashamed of it. I still can't dance."

According to the class website, Billie is deceased. I would like to think there is a heaven so that Billie can be there dancing with all the girls.

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